The Atlantian

Ryanito:

(i came from a place/
I been around for thousands of years/)

Ryanito:

Chorus:

I done had it up to here/uh huh
Running from what you fear/ uh huh
No i don’t take this for granted/
I’m seeing all this clear/
It never goes as you planned it/
I’m numb can't even feel/
They asking me how I’ve managed/
Being so outlandish/
These verbs and these nouns i brandish/
Why my flow sharper than steel/ uh huh/
Yeaaaaaaa/ uh huh/

Ryanito:

Verse 1:

Tell me how it feel?/
Words cut through the flesh at a level thats atomic/
Goofy foot riding through these stars on this comet/
Its Rayo the Atlantian don’t claim the god of knowledge/
Egyptians called me that when i taught em how to master water/
As i built the pyramids from heaven to the dirt/
Left answers to the mysteries channeled light inscribed my work/
This is the vocal version of the emerald tablets/
Know your rights of passage/
Take your time and ask this/
Before you stands the greatest/
Not the best rapper the top of of the human races/
Notice i said plural thats because were not alone/
History is blurred my purpose on this earth to put you on/
They might kill me here but my higher self live on/
Bound to eternity thats why i write this song/
They might take my body but thats only in the flesh/
My soul transcends dimensions its the meaning of finesse/
Nonetheless/
In a third state of consciousness/
Children of the light i leave em in astonishment/
This is what honest is/
No need to give you grander/
Your ego takes you over and it eats you up like cancer/
Boss like Tony Danza/
Listen up Samantha/
Blacked out on your trail in this jungle with a panther/
You swear that you the pinnacle but i the one who’s mystic/
Everything i do defies the laws of physics/
Tyson in this competition, two piece and a biscuit/
Flipping like I’m flipper/
Mr hollands opus call me gifted/
When you finally get with it/
It’ll be too late/
My flow is like a samurai time to feel the blade/

Chorus:

Ryanito :

Verse 2:

Tell me how it feel?/
To the touch is it real?/
The force of passing over skin enough to make it peel/
While driving on the road of life stress on every wheel/
I won’t stop until i see the light and eat the fruit it yields/
Receptor of the stars/
And a message to the gods/
I auction off the odds/
With this time i make it pause/
Smokey citrine in my hand overtime i write a verse/
A quartz around my neck to protect me from the worst like/

Chorus